Whispers of the Devil
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Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.
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Whispers of the Devil Something’s Not Right
LaylaMonday morning hits me like a ton of bricks. The sun is shining hot and heavy when I roll out of bed at nearly 10:00, blinking rapidly to adjust to the startling glare. I slept like the dead. No dreams fractured my mind last night but…I sit on the edge of the bed, dressed in a men’s shirt that smells like Dalton.My throat bobs as I swallow against the sudden tightening there. A dull ache spreads up my inner thighs, and a bite mark I know is on my left breast sings with awakening pain.Memories of last night crawl back to the forefront of my mind while I sit in the hot sun. Last night, a storm of epic proportions rolled over the property, leaving destruction in its wake. I rise from bed and walk to the window, seeing Curtis on the back lawn cleaning up branches and debris.Deep puddles glisten in the sunlight–and beyond the yard?The marsh is lost beneath a thick layer of fog, l
Whispers of the Devil Picture Perfect
DaltonThe power is still out an hour later. I lean my weight against the window sill, rain seeping through the screen as I take a drag from my cigarette and look at the wind-beaten marsh beyond the boundary of the backyard. The storm is finally moving away, the dark clouds funneling in the distance as the storm nears the Gulf. What little moonlight there is to be had illuminates the room in pale silver.Dressed in only my sweatpants, the cool, stormy air brushes over my naked chest as I keep my eyes on the cemetery in the distance.Hearing Layla’s anguished screams for help earlier tonight rocked me to my core, and there’s nothing I can do to ease her fear now. No, this has gone too far. This place has already sunk its teeth into her flesh, and there’s no escape now--for either of us.Another drag of my cigarette clears my head enough to break out of the sex-fueled haze I’ve been languishing in for
Whispers of the Devil Good Girl
LaylaI wrap my hand around the back of Dalton’s neck, my nails raking over his skin. His hair is like silk–soft and thick–and his skin is warm against my touch.He’s here; he’s real, and I’m safe.His lips brush against mine again in a silent invitation. My heart is still hammering in my chest as I close my eyes and part my lips, letting go of the crushing weight of the fear I’d just experienced and everything I thought I’d seen while running for my life through the house.His tongue slides over my lower lip–tasting me. I inhale a desperate breath before his tongue slides into my mouth, over my teeth, my tongue.He makes a low, throaty sound of pure male satisfaction before pressing his hand against my throat and deepening the kiss until I’m gasping for air.He tastes like salt and scotch. His leather and spice scent coils around me as he
Whispers of the Devil Powerless
LaylaI watch Dalton disappear around the side of the house. My heart is still pounding in my chest as I rinse off my legs with the hose and stand in the sun to dry off for a moment. My wrist throbs where I sliced it open on the rose bush. That, or from the feeling of Dalton’s tongue gliding over my skin, which had felt… electrifying.I blush, then blow out my breath, wiping my wet, bare feet on the grass. I pick up my sandals and the mug I’d tossed in the yard before my ill-fated journey through the marsh and walk into the quiet house. I’m not sure where Dalton went, but after dumping my muddy sandals in the utility sink in the laundry room and walking up to my room, I gather he’s not in the house.I take a cold shower, scrubbing what feels like years’ worth of grime from my skin. I scrub and scrub until my skin is raw and aching and then wrap myself in a towel and sit on the edge of my bed in the h
Whispers of the Devil Followed
DaltonLayla’s covered head to toe in mud. She looks absolutely feral, and the fear and confusion in her eyes is notable as she loses her footing and falls right into my arms.Arm, actually. I keep my sketchbook raised above my head to prevent the mud and grime she’s plastered in from spilling onto the pages of fresh sketches I’ve been working on all morning.My other arm is roped around her waist as I haul her to her feet. She staggers backward, her mud laden sandals sliding off her feet. “D-Dalton!”“Layla?” I laugh, unable to help it. “What are you doing out here?”She screws her face into a scowl, her cheeks the color of ripe tomatoes, before she explodes, “I followed you, you fucking dickhead!”“Me? Why?”She looks me up and down, her expression shifting from outright fury to something I can only describe as utter bewilderment.
Whispers of the Devil Apparition
LaylaI know I’m in a dream.The room around me is all white–creamy white curtains drifting in a phantom breeze, white walls glistening with warm sunshine. It feels like I’m out of my own body as Dalton lowers his head, his incredible green eyes shining like smooth jade. I wrap my arms around his neck while his lips hover over mine.He’s close enough I could kiss him. I want to. I wonder what he tastes like more than anything.“Tell me what you want, Angel.”“I want you,” I whisper, trailing my fingertips over the back of his neck.“Eyes on me,” he whispers, then lowers his head. I feel the briefest featherlight touch of his lips against my own before the dream disintegrates and I’m yanked back to startling reality.Naked and tangled in sweaty, damp sheets, I sit up and rub my eyes. My head throbs as the memories of last night
Whispers of the Devil She’s Mine
DaltonI should throttle her. That’s exactly what I should have done when I had her pressed against that tree. She’s either completely dense or truly fearless.I honestly don’t know which is worse.Walking around the property at night is not something I’ll allow her to do again, even if it means keeping her chained to her bed. God, the thought of her tied up and at my mercy makes my balls tighten as I stalk around the side of the house toward the detached garage. I throw the door open, forcing the image of Layla naked and prone, her eyes heavy with desire, out of my mind.The garage is cool and dark as I close the door behind me. No one here uses the garage but me. I keep my old truck here, tucked out of sight. I reach through the open passenger window and grab the bottle of scotch I picked up earlier tonight and wrench the lid open. Leaning against the side of my truck, I take a drink. Then another,
Whispers of the Devil Barefoot in the Dark
Layla“Uh, is this the address?”I look up, blinking to clear my blurry vision, and see that we’re idling at the rusted front gate to the Gregory Estate.“Yeah, this is it.”“I gotta be honest with you, ma’am. I don’t think my car is going to get down the driveway.” My driver’s not wrong. His sedan practically scrapes the ground as he pulls forward. The decaying concrete juts up in places, forced skyward by the relentless roots cutting through the cement.“It’s fine. I can walk.”“You sure? I could walk you down–”“Don’t worry about it,” I mumble, letting myself out of the car and shutting the door behind me. I take off my heels and rest my bare feet on the cool, solid ground. It feels good. The air is heavy with humidity, but a slight, chilled breeze clears my head enough for my gin-induced stupor to finally give way. “Thanks for the ride.”With that, I walk away, the Uber’s headlights fading be
Whispers of the Devil Dive Bar
LaylaThe Black Penny in the French Quarter is definitely a dive, but everything is all lush, dark paint and leather, as I follow Bailey and her cousin, Adam, through the darkened threshold into the bar. Beyond the bar, the sidewalk is teeming with nightlife. Music flows through the street, mingling with riotous chatter and the occasionally drunken body swaying to the music in the middle of the road.We’d spent the day exploring New Orleans. I’m full of beignets, and my ears are ringing from the sweet sound of a saxophone as we saddle up to a high-top table near the front of the bar. Adam leaves to order drinks, disappearing into the throng of jazz music and lively conversation.“I’m so glad you came with us tonight!” Bailey exclaims over the noise, leaning in to brush the words directly into my ear. “You’ve been in a trance the past couple of weeks. I thought I’d never be able to get you out of the house!”“What do you mean?” Le
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